Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me Who Profits

I can give a damn about you and crew
Everybody's
Ain't nobody true to
The they say, they say
Man, I
And I got a plan for

But you the finger
And I a attitude with me
'Cause that I know be acting shifty
Let me be me and let you, be you
But why about me
If it's not me that you're to

Let's it clear
You do not know, me
So how ya livin', how ya feel, bro G
To me that's phony, asking if my shits
The kids when
They start to get they popped, and

They say I 'em
But I ain't 'em in four years
You had my number so step with your poor tears
And about, plus is my man, you need to stop it
Screw the doers of
you nerds never profit

Tell me who
You got
'Cause you like to
me who profits?
You got
you like to gossip

In school I never used to raise my in class
I knew the teachers hand
A passing to me
In the back,
they wasn't kickin' facts
In facts I never nuttin'

I can with the school system
They take facts and 'em
Into knots, right up the
A to get a 40
Around the get craps
Perhaps these is traps to us tapped

Saps, can buy
With flat-tipped caps
In the locker room with no
And assholes sell in sacks
To and friends
'Cause the mass goes the trend

My friend, the makin' ends is livin' illegal
the way they get [Incomprehensible]

That's the way to go, I'm out to get

Dough? The education, to get you
Than and drugs with thugs
You're better off a nerd
absurd
Life don't mean nuthin' without phat
That's the way to get paid, you tell me who profits

me who profits?
I'll Gs
But get shot, kid
(Dick)
me who profits?
I'll Gs
But get shot, kid
(Dick)

Huh
Ya gotta
Why niggas plunder,
Have ya torn a
'Cause I'ma
And fill a glass pipe of crack
And mens pockets be phat a little

Let's whittle the way to the now
Ya packin' a glock, the block, fight with the cops
Well, who ya takin' the for?
A swingin' with the president
Greasin' 'em up and 'em papers
For drugs in the

Have ya niggas and caps
He's with and Clarence
Digging golf balls out of sand
He's seen Frisco or Oakland
He got a of New York
he went to see the Opera

He's seventy-six, senile
If we live past 2-4 due
For a stay in the
So see now, we our birettas
But there's no boats or Caine
in the ghetto, yo

Tell me who
DC got
And we got spit
me who profits?
DC got
And we got spit, yo

me who profits?
DC got
And we got spit
Tell me who
DC got
And we got spit